Write What You Know. That Should Leave

We Think About Sex Obsessively Except During The Act, When Our Minds Tend To Wander.

Both Poet And Painter Want To Reach The Silence Behind The Language, The Silence Within The Language. Both Painter And Poet Want Their Work To Shine Not Only In Daylight But (by Whatever Illusionist Magic) From Within.

The Spirit World Doesn't Admit To Communicating With Me, So It's Fairly Even.

I Think There's One Thing Which Distinguishes Our Art - We Don't Consider. We Don't Think. We Write A Little Verse Because It Comes To Us.

I Think There Was A Revolution In Poetry, Associated Chiefly With Eliot And Pound; But Maybe It Is Of The Nature Of Revolutions Or Of The Nature Of History That Their Innovations Should Later Come To Look Trivial Or Indistinguishable From Technical Tricks.